Maybe it’s just me, but the end of the school year always seems to bring with it a boatload of unwanted stress. Finding a “place” for all the papers that are sent home, trying not to drown in the flood of never-ending emails, buying the gazillion and one thank you gifts — IT NEVER EVER ENDS! Really, it’s enough to send a sane woman on the first bus to Crazyville.
Honestly, I’m about to just put a giant dumpster in the front yard for all the crap that my kids are bringing home every day. That way, they can go ahead and “file” their collection of projects on the way in the door. I mean, call me a sourpuss, but I really don’t need to save every single painting and every single diorama that was created over the last ten months.
And if that’s not a challenge in and of itself, there’s the continuous inflow of emails that are impossible to keep up with. Hell if I know what committee I’ve signed up for or what carpool I’m supposed to drive! So if you’re expecting me to bring juice boxes to the class party or to pick up your kid, please forgive me because those instructions are likely buried in my inbox.
Then there’s the crazy-long list of teachers that my twins have decided they want to thank. And apparently, a handwritten card is not good enough — they want me to go pluck more cash off the imaginary money tree in the back yard to purchase personal gifts for each and every one of them. Cause you know every teacher is just DYING to get yet another coffee mug.
And, naturally, my children are way too busy bouncing off the walls with summer anticipation to even notice that their mama is running around like a chicken with her head cut off. But, really, that’s they way it’s supposed to be, right? And I totally get it — I was a kid, too, back in the olden days of yonder. After all, as Alice Cooper once said, “The two most joyous times of the year are Christmas morning and the end of school.“